She met you in high school. She was fifteen and owned a Mariah Carey album. Love was summer nights and brown eyes. She grabbed your hand and never looked back. She had a plan. Go to school, get married, have babies.… READ THE REST
My husband and I were on a walk the other afternoon. Out of nowhere I saw tears form in his eyes. I didn’t have to ask what he was thinking about. I could tell by his vacant stare that it was you.… READ THE REST
The first time I saw a girl flirt with my husband I was 11. Technically he wasn’t my husband yet, but he had passed me two notes so I figured it was close enough. He was using the numbers on his calculator to make funny words.… READ THE REST
If you clicked on this link looking for a pick-me-up, exit immediately. I got nothing for you.
A student stayed after class the other day to ask what my zodiac sign was. She said, “I just love that you are always so happy.” I immediately flinched and waited to see if Zeus may strike me with a bolt of lightning.… READ THE REST
I always loved books. As a child I can remember walking into my school library and becoming intoxicated by the smell of books encasing every corner. I liked the weight of a novel in my hands, and the feeling of pages flipping past my fingers.… READ THE REST
Facebook is getting more and more abrasive. People will come at you for a link you share to an article that doesn’t even have your byline. I myself am not innocent. A couple weeks ago a friend of mine shared a political article I found offensive and poorly written.… READ THE REST
In the 5th grade I had the hots for a boy I’ll provide with a pseudonym. I used to name names in my writings but my mother keeps telling me it’s not lady-like. At any rate, this boy, we will call Stan, was a real babe magnet.… READ THE REST
Last weekend my family was due for a getaway. I have made a concerted effort to start supporting local businesses this past year. I try to eat local, shop local, and stay local, because each dollar I spend in my state, returns 3x more to my local economy than when spent at chains.… READ THE REST
I have told him that the past is past. I say that I don’t remember summer nights or the smell of sand. I’ve sworn that all memories of my last life have faded like cheap perfume. I play dumb as if I have forgotten the touch of shaky hands.… READ THE REST
I am not sure if you are aware of this yet, but Facebook is really good at making us hate each other. I have lost count of the number of times I have seen a post from a person I admired, or respected, that sent my fingers in a flurry across my phone screen, thumbs first.… READ THE REST
I’ll never forget the day I found out that one of the girls in our small group of friends had sex with my ex-boyfriend. He was handsome, popular, and a star athlete at his much larger high school.… READ THE REST
You have lost count of the lies. The number of times he has held you in his arms and told you that you are the only woman who truly knows him. His eyes are convincing but you know better. You’ve seen it.… READ THE REST
I was 17 years old. Our class had just completed our voting for the senior “who’s who,” and I couldn’t wait to find out who I was.
I was thrilled. I had been the recipient of best looking, and best body in my senior class.… READ THE REST
I was 21 years old when I got engaged. I was ecstatic.
I was 22 years old when I called off that same engagement two months before the wedding. I was devastated.
The day that my engagement ended was probably the worst night of my entire life.… READ THE REST
I was 16 years old the first time I really kissed a boy. I had thought about kissing one long before that, but to be quite honest I was terrified. I pecked a boy in the 8th grade once, and that experience was damaging enough to keep my lips sealed for four more years.… READ THE REST